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Life
regulated
by custom
and order -
everything is dull



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a kind of
alarm clock
running
as fast as
legs
would carry
animated
by a desire
to escape


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is
too much
nonsense




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fairy gardens
sketched by
an artist



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gifts
made
into
necklaces


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connecting link
in weaving
from
a daisy


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Looking
after his
Hen with
the Golden Eggs.


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JOY!

HOPE!

all good -
no secret!


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The Demon
spread
its wings
over the city.


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hills
like
vast seas
forms
a wave

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most agreeable -
zest


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lowered
its flag
as a sign
of mourning

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a sympathetic heart
being aware of any
high-minded
mistrust and jealousy
one day
gradually grew
to a broken heart


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He was
a man of
haughty manners;
he sampled the soup,
no complaint was made.


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but
nothing more
arduous than
a daily routine
day by day
never fails
to encourage me


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He went
and locked
himself
in his room.


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At the
fortieth circle -
"Enough, enough!"
"Enough, Have I
done my duty,
Yes."

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Without making
any comments -
not knowing
what was about
to happen,
merely as witness
of what was
about to take place.

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The child
was silent.
Then
he extended
his two hands,
"Forgive me."
he said.


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The Devil - -
Would you
recognize me
without saying
a word


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Under
the tree
are
shoes

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The trees
entirely
stripped
nearby
a garden
of leaves


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Basket
of
Cherries



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clasping
thumbs
together
in
prayer

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criminal
divine
habit

pen

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an artist
with
an indifference

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he merely comes
and kneels
piously
in his place


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something
about
wearing
a mask
made me
gayer

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What remained
of the night
left
without saying
a word.


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With the
last rays of day,
snakes are not
especially agile
in the icy
cold weather.


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